Varied

Vietnam, a rice paddy and a river runs through it.   It looks like everyone has the same idea of what to do on a lovely afternoon.   It could be a highway or special fishing grounds;  makes me wonder, wish the photographer had taken time out to give us a bit of information.  

This could be a picture of daughter Christine who is an avid book lover.   She is always looking for ideas for bookcases, seems this one is perfect.   It looks familiar, wonder if I have seen one similar.

A good hot day in Nevada and the ranch dog is out for a walk.  Looks like he found a friend in the water, or is he planning on a dip.  Looks like he can't make up his mind.   A sweet old guy and well loved. 

Every time you get into your car the ear perks up for strange and different noises.    Let us hope that it is only a small ping rather than a big clank-thud-clank.  Like everything else in life, if you do not take good care of your car the mechanic has reasons to smile.

Here we are mid July, wow, seems like it was just the fourth a couple of days ago.    There goes that time again, taking off like it knows what it is doing.    For those of you in the heat wave, take time to do a lot of nothing as the chores can wait until it cools down.    Here on the coast we are fifty nine degrees and the dampness chills the bones.    We have a lot of visitors this time of year as inland it was 107 degrees yesterday.    The gardens are in full bloom and Jock brought in some of his 'greens' which make the salad come alive with real flavor.    I keep thinking of garden boxes but then I know I am a day late and a dollar short in the energy department so I just think about all those fresh vegetables I could have . . . like the proverbial dunderhead I realize how I should have paid much more attention to the men in my life who were gardeners.   Here in Brookings we have a Saturday open market and the fresh fruits and vegetables are at the ready, all we need is a loan from the bank to buy them.   Fred Meyer's store has plenty of fresh vegetables but you have to eat them the day you buy them or they rot overnight.  It must have something to do with the trucking in from far away places.    Brookings is the Easter Lily capitol and they are pretty but not eatable as far as I know.    All I do know is that fresh fruit and vegetables are the substance of life so if you have the time and energy put in a small garden and enjoy summer squash, green peas and pole beans and all those wonderful delicious blueberries and I'll come visit and help you eat them all up.     There is nothing lazy about me.     Tuesday, doesn't that have a nice ring to it . . . I've made myself hungry so off I go to make myself some breakfast . . .blueberry pancakes come to mind.   If you were close by I'd invite you in . . . go, sparkle today, make someone happy.   Hugs to all.